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Two kilometers is very close; in just a few minutes, they reach the entrance of the residential area.   

Jiang Ning handed over the two thousand yuan, thanking him for his righteous deed of saving her life, even though he violated some traffic regulations.

The man’s voice was cold: “No need, I’m going on the same way.”   

Seeing that he didn’t take the money, Jiang Ning didn’t insist either. As she got out of the car, she reminded him, “The typhoon may cause water and power outages. While you still can, make sure you stock up on rice, noodles, oil, and other essentials.”   

She opened the car door and ran into the community with the package in her arms.   

Bean sized raindrops fell heavily, and Jiang Ning wiped her face awkwardly as she walked out of the elevator. To her surprise, she saw Yang Weicong and Su Mengyao standing in front of her apartment door.   

The two must have been waiting for a long time. Yang Weicong looked impatient, while Su Mengyao, the school beauty, smiled gracefully in a pure white dress.   

“Why did you just come back?” Yang Weicong’s tone was impatient. “We’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”   

Seeing the two of them, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but think of all the bullying she had endured in the last days and how they had watched her killed by demons with their cold eyes. Her mood instantly became bad and irritable.   

In her past life, she couldn’t blame others for her foolishness. If they still wanted to suck blood and snatch her golden finger in this life, then just wait and see!   

The despair she had experienced, they would experience doubled.   

Jiang Ning’s expression was indifferent. “What’s the matter?”   

She had always been very enthusiastic about him. Now, being treated coldly, Yang Weicong was stunned and instinctively questioned, “Why didn’t you come to my birthday?”   

“We’re not close; why should I come?”   

“You…” She was clearly pursuing him and had long said she would give him his favorite gift.   

Of course, he didn’t come for the gift, but because Mengyao was interested in her and wanted to meet her.   

Su Mengyao looked at Jiang Ning and smiled, “Senior sister.”   

Jiang Ning said coldly, “I don’t know you; don’t call me randomly.”   

Su Mengyao felt a little embarrassed, even with her sweet voice. “Today is my senior brother’s birthday; we’re all alumni; let’s get together.”   

The birthday was already celebrated at noon; dragging her to the eighth floor was just to snatch the golden finger.   

“Are you deaf?” Jiang Ning sneered. “Didn’t you just hear me say that we’re not close? What does his birthday have to do with me?”   

Unexpectedly, she was so nasty that Yang Weicong couldn’t bear to lose face “Jiang Ning, what do you mean?”   

“Your wearing matching couple rings with her, yet you repeatedly invite me to your place. Do you want us to be on the same boat?   

“Stop daydreaming. I don’t have any feelings for you at all!” Yang Weicong was infuriated, ashamed, and angry. “Mengyao, let’s go!.”   

But Su Mengyao didn’t want to leave. “Anning, actually, it’s like this. We came to celebrate senior brother’s birthday, but with the typhoon, we can’t go back. Can I stay at your place tonight?”   

“Are you crazy? I just said we’re not close!”   

Yang Weicong warned with a stern face, “Anning, watch your words.”   

“I’ll say whatever I want. If you have the courage, don’t come bothering me.”   

Yang Weicong pulled Su Mengyao to leave, but she insisted on staying, forcing a smile through her teeth. “Anning, the pendant you’re wearing is really beautiful. Where did you buy it?”   

Jiang Ning took off the pendant. “Want it?”   

Su Mengyao’s eyes lit up. “Can you transfer it to me? I really like it.”   

Jiang Ning let go, and the pendant fell to the ground.   

She stomped on it fiercely a few times, and soon it shattered into pieces.   

After binding to the space, the pendant lost its original luster and became dim, no longer serving any purpose.   

People’s hearts are treacherous. If she didn’t destroy it in front of her, who knows what Su Mengyao would do?   

“Your liking it makes me feel sick!”   

The pendant was destroyed, shocking Su Mengyao, who exclaimed in fear.   

Seeing his girlfriend being bullied, Yang Weicong was extremely angry and lashed out at Jiang Ning.   

Jiang Ning’s face showed a fierce look. “Get out of here; you are trying to get in my way.”   

Yang Weicong’s face turned ashen, dragging Su Mengyao away in frustration.   

Only then did Jiang Ning open the stainless steel door and hurriedly unpack the package.   

The extreme cold proof clothing was thick and warm when worn, and the mummy sleeping bag was made of several layers of down sewn together, with absolutely top notch quality. You can rely on these items to survive in extreme cold.   

Outside, the wind howled fiercely, and the sky was dark.   

After closing the doors and windows, Jiang Ning took out a large white plastic bucket to collect water, and after filling it up, she didn’t forget to put several buckets in the space’s toilet.   

With the typhoon approaching, the residential area would soon experience water and power outages.   

Despite the roaring storm outside, Jiang Ning busied herself in the kitchen, continuously washing rice, cooking, washing vegetables, and stir frying.   

Braised pork, chicken stewed with mushrooms, boiled fish, beef brisket with radish—each pot was large in portion, packed into stainless steel basins prepared in advance, and then put into the space while it’s steaming hot.   

With the typhoon approaching, every household had to stocked up on food. It was necessary to cook the heavy flavored dishes quickly, as there might not be a chance to cook later, she wants to avoid attracting unwanted attention.   

Steaming mantou, buns, and shumai, the gas stove and induction cooker were all turned on, and she was busy until the early hours of the morning.   

After changing out of her greasy clothes, she took a hot shower and went straight to bed.   

She was dozing off when the sound of an electric drill woke her up.   

Jiang Ning opened the curtains, and outside, the sky was gloomy, with the typhoon and rain roaring.   

Thinking it wasn’t yet bright outside, she checked her phone, only to find it was already past nine in the morning.   

WeChat messages bombarded her, with over 99 unread messages in the residential community group and class group. Many people were celebrating the arrival of typhoon “Chopper,”  finally getting a break from the usual long working hours so students could go home for a holiday.   

A lot of people in the group shared images or videos of the typhoon’s devastation: trees uprooted, luxury cars smashed, tornadoes hitting some factories and splitting them in half…   

Some of them began to realize that something was wrong, lamenting that they hadn’t stocked up on food. They said they rushed to the supermarket after work, but all the vegetables were gone, and the convenience store shelves only had sour cabbage and instant noodles left.   

The sound of the electric drill continued, seemingly coming from the neighboring unit.   

Jiang Ning was a bit confused. There were three households on each floor of the building, but the other two units were vacant.   

In her past life, when the flood reached the second floor, the residents who were forced to leave didn’t wait for rescue. Instead, they broke into the empty apartments for shelter.   

At first, they got along peacefully, but as food became increasingly scarce, their eyes became more sinister and calculating, and they secretly pried open Jiang Ning’s door in the middle of the night many times.   

This time, she was prepared with a fire axe. If they dared to break in, she dared to strike back.   

Besides the sound of the electric drill, there seemed to be the voice of a child.   

Jiang Ning opened the door and walked out, only to see the door of 1801 wide open, with a brand new stainless steel door placed beside it. A young man in light casual clothes was drilling holes in the wall.   

Upon hearing the door open, he turned around.   

Jiang Ning looked stunned. “It’s you?”